"Everywhere there's people walking down the street
Cars on the highway
Everything is moving, but nothing is getting in my way
People never sleeping they're too busy making money
For the big man

Masochists, sadists, the butcher and the baker
And the rapist
Just another story printed in the sunday papers
Full of lies all the time
But it just don't fool me

Just as high as the jet's fly
Oh as free as the wind blows
This is for the people

There's a man in a subway trying
Hard to get back on his feet again
'Cos he's dying, O'slowly inside.

This is for the people,
This is for the people.";kyn